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Who: Prussia and anyone else! finally crawling out of my shy shell
When: February 15th late evening
Where: The street around Canada's home
Style: Prose or action
Status: Open!
Gilbert had thoroughly explored the area around his current headquarters but was leery in going beyond Canada's street. He had observed the other inhabitants of Vatheon and concluded that most of them were complete freaks. Some of them didn't look human - which didn't really disturb Gilbert that much, in fact, he found it pretty cool - but it solidified his suspicions that Vatheon existed somewhere completely separate from Gilbert and Canada's world, hell, separate from their entire dimension! It would make going home more than difficult, but Gilbert wasn't to be deterred! No prison could hold his awesomeness!
But...there was no need to be hasty just yet. Vatheon wasn't a dreary prison with high grey walls and barbed wire. They were treated very well, even if the locals disturbed Gilbert on a subconscious level. Just made his skin crawl, so he avoided them as much as possible. Really, the only person that Gilbert interacted with regularly was Canada, who he was rooming with. Gilbert was getting antsy, since he was a social person despite his Alone Complex. He thrived off of attention, and to willingly isolate himself from people - no matter how freaky they may be - was slowly killing him from the inside out. That and Gilbert was curious and some of these freaky people looked so awesome!
So Gilbert lingered on the street outside of Canada's house, pacing up and down and looking at the other houses, considering his plan of action. Should he go to the park? Or maybe go to the shops and meet people there. People socialised in stores, right? Yeah, and in parks. Gilbert couldn't exactly just ambush people on the street and demand that they'd talk to him? Well, he could, but maybe people would be intimidated by him flaunting his awesomeness so abruptly in their faces and would run away. Lots of people ran away when he jumped out at them.
...although that was probably more due to him surprising them by leaping out of bushes...
Gilbert frowned and sat down on the curb with a huff. He rested his elbows on his knees and peered down the street. It was late anyway, so people would probably be in bed by now, and the shops would be closed, and who knew what the park was like during the night. You weren't allowed in parks at night in some places, anyway. But Gilbert didn't want to go back inside just yet. He picked up a loose stone from the floor and scratched it on the pavement, leaving chalk lines. Distracted from his dilemma, Gilbert quickly became absorbed in sketching on the pavement with the stone, even if the light from the lampposts was too orange for his liking. Made it hard to see in some parts. Oh well.
It wasn't like anyone was going to see his crappy drawings anyway.
Where: The street around Canada's home
Style: Prose or action
Status: Open!
Gilbert had thoroughly explored the area around his current headquarters but was leery in going beyond Canada's street. He had observed the other inhabitants of Vatheon and concluded that most of them were complete freaks. Some of them didn't look human - which didn't really disturb Gilbert that much, in fact, he found it pretty cool - but it solidified his suspicions that Vatheon existed somewhere completely separate from Gilbert and Canada's world, hell, separate from their entire dimension! It would make going home more than difficult, but Gilbert wasn't to be deterred! No prison could hold his awesomeness!
But...there was no need to be hasty just yet. Vatheon wasn't a dreary prison with high grey walls and barbed wire. They were treated very well, even if the locals disturbed Gilbert on a subconscious level. Just made his skin crawl, so he avoided them as much as possible. Really, the only person that Gilbert interacted with regularly was Canada, who he was rooming with. Gilbert was getting antsy, since he was a social person despite his Alone Complex. He thrived off of attention, and to willingly isolate himself from people - no matter how freaky they may be - was slowly killing him from the inside out. That and Gilbert was curious and some of these freaky people looked so awesome!
So Gilbert lingered on the street outside of Canada's house, pacing up and down and looking at the other houses, considering his plan of action. Should he go to the park? Or maybe go to the shops and meet people there. People socialised in stores, right? Yeah, and in parks. Gilbert couldn't exactly just ambush people on the street and demand that they'd talk to him? Well, he could, but maybe people would be intimidated by him flaunting his awesomeness so abruptly in their faces and would run away. Lots of people ran away when he jumped out at them.
...although that was probably more due to him surprising them by leaping out of bushes...
Gilbert frowned and sat down on the curb with a huff. He rested his elbows on his knees and peered down the street. It was late anyway, so people would probably be in bed by now, and the shops would be closed, and who knew what the park was like during the night. You weren't allowed in parks at night in some places, anyway. But Gilbert didn't want to go back inside just yet. He picked up a loose stone from the floor and scratched it on the pavement, leaving chalk lines. Distracted from his dilemma, Gilbert quickly became absorbed in sketching on the pavement with the stone, even if the light from the lampposts was too orange for his liking. Made it hard to see in some parts. Oh well.
It wasn't like anyone was going to see his crappy drawings anyway.
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"Did you see the sign asking for criticism? Nope. Besides, I can probably draw better than you and your...sausage fingers," Gilbert muttered, trying to discreetly rub the pictures away with the sole of his shoe, and winced when his shoe made a loud scraping noise instead.
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"Calm down kid, it was a joke. And besides, I couldn't draw my way outta wet paper bag." Tried it once...needless to say it was an extra day of chasing down that toon robber.
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"Well!" he said, for lack of anything else. "...what're you doing here? Checking up on me?" he suddenly smirked slyly, peering at Valerie from the corner of his eye. "Aw, how sweet of you."
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"Saw you scrubbing on the floor and figured I should make sure you aren't doing something stupid."
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"Don't flatter yourself kid, I think anything anyone does is bordering on stupid. Now why are you out here on your own?"
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He lowered his arms and debated after a moment. "Plus I'm bored."
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Gilbert was really starting to remind Eddie of a big kid. The little movements and glances around. Plus the whole avoidance of silence (awkward or companionable) put a few more marks in.
"The only thing hostile about this place is refusing a doughtnut from one of the cafe ladies. I thikn you're workin'too hard for nothing."
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But maybe Gilbert was being a little paranoid. Canada seemed fine with this place, and hadn't warned him about anyone, and from what Gilbert had observed was that the people were weird and freakish but...not evil or hostile.
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He waves the worry, even if he agrees completely. Eddie is supposed to be the grumpy sourpuss only. Nothing else. He does, however, give Gilbert a slightly impressed look.
"well, well. What a surprise. You really aren't an idiot after all."
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"And it's Valiant." Automatic correction; he has that odd hope that one day Gilbert will use the right name.
Not really though.
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If Gilbert starts loosing too much, Eddie'll knock him out with a frying pan and drag him back to Matt.
"Didn't take you for a card guy, blondie."
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"I enjoy gambling! It's fun, and I'm pretty damn good at it," and that was the truth. Centuries of playing cards had made him a master at cheating and bluffing - yet he never knew when to quit, even if he had a shitty hand. That was how he always lost his money - arrogance.
you saw nothing :|
"Wanna join me for one?"
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"Hm. Well, if you change scotch for a beer, then I'm definitely in."
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"Beer? Yeah alright, I think I can cover that." Because free drinks? He is not thinking it is a bad thing. "You gonna grab your nanny or what?"
Re: you saw nothing :|
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"Funny thing to call a guy." Eh, whatever. He fixed his coat and started back towards town. Following?
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"Shows what you know, kid. Bet the only light weight around is you."
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